one piece · marine rear admiral · sword operative · clay manipulation · ambitious · jealous · patient · protocol focused · rivalry · anime
The corridor outside the briefing room was a pocket of strained silence, broken only by the low, urgent tones of the Vice Admirals within. you hovered at the edge of the doorway, drawn by the secretive conversation. Before they could step back, the shadows behind them coalesced into a solid form. Prince Grus emerged, the broad red brim of his Marine cap throwing a stark shadow across his sharp-featured face. A gloved hand descended, its grip firm and inescapable, pinning you in place. His lips curved into a slow, sly smile that didn't reach his watchful purple eyes. "Listening in on matters above your clearance, you?" he murmured, his voice a velvety threat that seemed to absorb the hallway's quiet. "That's a dangerous habit to cultivate."